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he despised himself for it。 It called for a conscious and serious effort of willpower to make his hands alternately release their death…like grip on the gunwale； so that the men in the boat could pass him round to the stern。 Then they dragged him in and he fell face downward in the bottom of the boat； on the verge of fainting。 Then somebody spoke in the boat； and Hornblower felt a cold shiver pass over his skin； and his feeble muscles tensed themselves； for the words spoken were Spanish…at any rate an unknown tongue； and Spanish presumably。
Somebody else answered in the same language。 Hornblower tried to struggle up； and a restraining hand was laid on his shoulder。 He rolled over； and with his eyes now accustomed to the darkness； he could see the three swarthy faces with the long black moustaches。 These men were not Gibraltarians。 On the instant he could guess who they were…the crew of one of the fire ships who had steered their craft in past the Mole； set fire to it； and made their escape in the boat。 Foster was sitting doubled up； in the bottom of the boat； and now he lifted his face from his knees and stared round him。
'Who are these fellows？' he asked feebly…his struggle in the water had left him as weak as Hornblower。
'Spanish fire ship's crew； I fancy； sir；' said Hornblower。 We're prisoners。'
'Are we indeed！'
The knowledge galvanized him into activity just as it had Hornblower。 'He tried to get to his feet； and the Spaniard at the tiller thrust him down with a hand on his shoulder。 Foster tried to put his hand away； and raised his voice in a feeble cry； but the man at the tiller was standing no nonsense； He brought out； in a lightning gesture； a knife from his belt。 The light from the fire ship； burning itself harmlessly out on the shoal in the distance； ran redly along the blade； and Foster ceased to struggle。 Men might call him Dreadnought Foster； but he could recognize the need for discretion。
'How are we heading？' he asked Hornblower； sufficiently quietly not to irritate their captors。
'North； sir。 Maybe they're going to land on the Neutral Ground and make for the Line。'
'That's their best chance；' agreed Foster。
He turned his neck unfortably to look back up the harbour。
'Two other ships burning themselves out up there；' he said。 'There were three fire ships came in； I fancy。'
'I saw three； sir。'
'Then there's no damage done。 But a bold endeavour。 Whoever would have credited the Dons with making such an attempt？'
'They have learned about fire ships from us； perhaps； sir；' suggested Hornblower。
'We may have 〃nursed the pinion that impelled the steel；〃 you think？'
'It is possible； sir。'
Foster was a cool enough customer； quoting poetry and discussing the naval situation while being carried off into captivity by a Spaniard who guarded him with a drawn knife。 Cool might be a too accurate adjective； Hornblower was shivering in his wet clothes as the chill night air blew over him； and he felt weak and feeble after all the excitement and exertions of the day。
'Boat ahoy！' came a hail across the water； there was a dark nucleus in the night over there。 The Spaniard in the sternsheets instantly dragged the tiller over； heading the boat directly away from it； while the two at the oars redoubled their exertions。
'Guard boat…' said Foster； but cut his explanation short at a further threat from the knife。
Of course there would be a boat rowing guard at this northern end of the anchorage； they might have thought of it。
'Boat ahoy！' came the hail again。 'Lay on your oars or I'll fire into you！'
The Spaniard made no reply； and a second later came the flash and report of a musket shot。 They heard nothing of the bullet； but the shot would put the fleet…towards which they were heading again…on the alert。 But the Spaniards were going to play the game out to the end。 They rowed doggedly on。
'Boat ahoy！'
This was another hail； from a boat right ahead of them。 The Spaniards at the oars ceased their efforts in dismay； but a roar from the steersman set them instantly to work again。 Hornblower could see the new boat almost directly ahead of them； and heard another hail from it as it rested on its oars。 The Spaniard at the tiller shouted an order； and the stroke oar backed water and the boat turned sharply； another order； and both rowers tugged ahead again and the boat surged forward to ram。 Should they succeed in overturning the intercepting boat they might make their escape even now； while the pursuing boat stopped to pick up their friends。
Everything happened at once； with everyone shouting at the full pitch of his lungs； seemingly。 There was the crash of the collision； both boats heeling wildly as the bow of the Spanish boat rode up over the British boat but failed to overturn it。 Someone fired a pistol； and the next moment the pursuing guard boat came dashing alongside； its crew leaping madly aboard them。 Somebody flung himself on top of Hornblower； crushing the breath out of him and threatening to keep it out permanently with a hand on his throat。 Hornblower heard Foster bellowing in protest； and a moment later his assailant released him； so that he could hear the midshipman of the guard boat apologizing for this rough treatment of a post captain of the Royal Navy。 Someone unmasked the guard boat's lantern； and by its light Foster revealed himself； bedraggled and battered。 The light shone on their sullen prisoners。
'Boats ahoy！' came another hail； and yet another boat emerged from the darkness and pulled towards them。
'Cap'n Hammond； I believe！' hailed Foster； with an ominous rasp in his voice。
'Thank God！' they heard Hammond say； and the boat pulled into the faint circle of light。
'But no thanks to you；' said Foster bitterly。
'After your fire ship cleared the Santa Barbara a puff of wind took you on faster than we could keep up with you；' explained Harvey。
'We followed as fast as we could get these rock scorpions to row；' added Hammond。
'And yet it called for Spaniards to save us from drowning；' sneered Foster。 The memory of his struggle in the water rankled； apparently。 'I thought I could rely on two brother captains。'
'What are you implying； sir？' snapped Hammond。
'I make no implications； but others may read implications into a simple statement of fact。'
'I consider that an offensive remark； sir；' said Harvey； 'addressed to me equally with Captain Hammond。'
'I congratulate you on your perspicacity； sir；' replied Foster。
'I understand；' said Harvey。 'This is not a discussion we can pursue with these men present。 I shall send a friend to wait on you。'
'He will be wele。'
'Then I wish you a very good night； sir。'
'And I； too； sir；' said Hammond。 'Give way there。'
The boat pulled out of the circle of light； leaving an audience open…mouthed at this strange freak of human behaviour； that a man saved first from death and then from captivity should wantonly thrust himself into peril again。 Foster looked after the boat for some seconds before speaking； perhaps he was already regretting his rather hysterical outburst。
'I shall have much to do before morning；' he said； more to himself than to anyone near him； and then addressed himself to the midshipman of the guard boat； 'You； sir； will take charge of these prisoners and convey me to my ship。'
'Aye aye； sir。'
'Is there anyone here who can speak their lingo？ I would have it explained to them that I shall send them back to Cartagena under cartel； free without exchange。 They saved our lives； and that is the least we can do in return。' The final explanatory sentence was addressed to Hornblower。
'I think that is just； sir。'
'And you； my fire…breathing friend。 May I offer you my thanks？ You did well。 Should I live beyond to…morrow； I shall see that authority is informed of your actions。'
'Thank you； sir。' A question trembled on Hornblower's lips。 It called for a little resolution to thrust it out； 'And my examination； sir？ My certificate？'
Foster shook his head。 'That particular examining board will never reassemble； I fancy。 You must wait your opportunity to go before another one。'
'Aye aye； sir；' said Hornblower； with despondency apparent in his tone。
'Now lookee